Filial Piety Comes First, Suffering Is the Greatest
A lifetime and an era are long, clouds roll and drift, merging into one;
If you ask who suffers the most in the world, it's most like the old parents!
Once a child enters the world, a thousand gold pieces become a burden for the parents;
From now on, no distinction between good and bad, clean and dirty, accepting waste and urine is commonplace;
From now on, no knowledge of hunger and fullness, only asking if the children's meals are fragrant?;
From now on, no concern for new or old, only to add new clothes for the children!;
At seven or eight years old, the mother holds the child's hand, whispering auspicious words;
Every step backward, three times to turn around, punctual pick-up and drop-off in the wind and rain;
Deliver one meal three times a day, cook fires, wash clothes;
They don't speak of hardship, they don't seek rewards, they don't boast;
When the child is hungry and cold, the parents worry; when the child is sick, the father and mother are anxious;
When the child is wronged, they tell the mother; when the child is in trouble, the father takes on the burden;
Time passes quickly, the parents no longer look the same;
Deep ravines write the years, white hair is stained with frost;
The old father's family is a pillar, no matter how hard or tired, they don't complain;
The children drain the parents' blood, the parents smile and don't demand repayment;
The children have no name, the mother doesn't scold, thoughts of children warm the heart;
The children have no money, the father doesn't get angry, they talk about family affairs over a drink and meat;
The old father is old and sick, hoping to find a cure in the world;
The old mother is weak and cautious, hoping to find longevity mushrooms and be healthy;
Father, mother, children – a family, blood ties, never forget;
The family is one, don't waste a lifetime traveling!
